"You promised you'd never leave." She replies softly, brow knitting with concern. Of course, it'd been a promise made in what felt like another lifetime. When they were younger, happier, and only just beginning their life together. The love Rhiannon feels for Callum has endured through the many years she's known him, however it has transformed. "I've missed you."

The angel is honest, as she always has been, with the man who'd once been the center of her world. But when she sensed they were beginning to cross a threshold she'd promised to never again traverse, her tender grip on him releases. "I should... The coffee is for Soleil." She offers a half-hearted smile. "Catch up soon, yeah?" And for whatever reason, fleeing from Callum feels like a retreat.

In the year she's been married to Rhiannon, Soleil has never been too apologetic about her feelings for Callum. She is not his biggest fan. But, the apology catches her off guard, and the resentment she harbors for the man falters. She'd been witness to how his absence affected both Rhiannon, and Margot. Admittedly, she'd even felt sorry for Wilson - the child needed some form of male presence in his life. Nevertheless, Soleil lifts her chin, perhaps too proud to admit that she's relieved Callum has returned.

Rhiannon watches. And watches. She'd left early that morning to grab coffee for Soleil - the Angel doesn't need caffeine, she's naturally energized. And if it wasn't by chance that'd she'd now be in the Starbucks just two blocks from her home, she may have never seen the only face more familiar to her than her own. "Callum?" She pauses, one hand clutching a cappuccino, the other reaching out to tap on the man's shoulder.

She didn't have to poise his name as a question. She knows every detail of him, even now. "When did you get back?" She pauses, caramel eyes searching him for signs of illness and injury. "Where the hell have you been?"